A short collection of my favorite lines that have yet to be expanded into poems of their own.

Tempestuous fury
imploding
Dancing infinity.

Now, all that are, are memories of the sun.

The youngest rebel
softly calls
to shadows that adorn his walls.

Dancing planets collide
exploding to manifest Planes.

White water standing stares.

The brick wall stands
innocent of your anger
as it gracefully recieves
the force of your temper.

Your flawless perfection,
never to fall.
You stare back expressionless,
A picture on the wall.

Wet pavement echoing
the dark rhythm of life

Life is a disease
invariably fatal.